Prologue

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As I stepped out of the airport, I inhaled the fresh, crisp air of Canada anticipating it to be the last place to settle permanently. And never knew this place would be other half of me. Never knew that the Central Ontario, the city of Kingston would become my identity and never knew that this place, from head to toe would be deciphered by my brain as if I hadn't lived anywhere else.

The unique smell in the air had me melancholic which brought me to reality that it's going to rain. I look up at the dark black sky, shinning above me, welcoming me like no other place ever did. I smiled up to the sky and yelled,

"Hello Canada, Please to meet you! Let's have some good time."

I never knew that I would find such peace in Canada and would ever regret being alive!

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